Stallae - Counterfeit Monument

Sharpened talons tighten Gripping resisting persistence Ringing it out as if it were cloth Like a combusted moth to a flame Remember to salt your wounds Raid the tombs of your past Fossils of spoils Sacrificial secrets Followed by the last spit of blood Drenched in ancient wretched perfection Poisonous saliva keeps me alive Their graves won’t stand up forever Counterfeit monument shiver in the night But I wasn't there to share the sight Silently I sit in the shadows, hid Torches lit, seen through the slit A tear where the logic once hung Searching for a theory but clearly The simplicity of authenticity Is vivid but continuously hidden Under the frozen curiosity Yell a robust question with no answer So many pretend to know but only show What the reflections signal in response Disputing ignorance amongst their masses Yet only one of them can be right...